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When You Come

When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
 
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
 
I CRY.
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